Cry Me a River PG-13 Edition Read Online Free

Do you know her name?”
    “Do you really care?  I’m pretty sure her name is Kendra.  Gage was walking up and down the beach looking for her.  Lucky for you, no one told him where she was.  We figured the chances were pretty high that she was still with you and we didn’t think you were up for a fight.  I hope you took your own advice and wore a raincoat.”  Stewart pulled a bottle of orange juice out and poured us both a glass.
    “Hey, I’m going by Heather’s parent’s house to make arrangements for Lucy to live here with me.  That room you’re staying in will be redecorated for her.  Basically, I’m saying you can’t crash here anymore,” I say as I pour a cup of coffee.
    Stewart stopped shoving the bacon Kendra made in his mouth for a brief second to stare at me.  “You want her here like every day dude?”
    Typical Stewart reaction, all he’s worried about is where he’ll be able to park his drunk ass.  He lives at home with his sick mother, so I can’t give him too much crap.  “Like , totally dude!”  I reply sarcastically.
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Chapter Two
    Never to suffer would never to have been blessed
    ~Edgar Allan Poe
    The ride to Heather’s parents is only about fifteen minutes, so I spend the drive praying they’re home.  The neighborhood is non-descript with its overpriced houses and five different floor plans.  The pond I’ve had to have passed a thousand times has a huge water fountain shooting out from the middle.  I don’t remember ever seeing it before.  How can something so pretty be overlooked so many times? 
    I pull up to their house with its American flag and memorial wreath on the door.  I remind myself they just lost their daughter and Lucy is a part of her.  I have to remember not to remind them, she’s a part of me too.  Alan answers the door, a look of aggravation flashes across his face as he looks at me.
    “Caide, what are you doing here?”  He asks curtly.
    Trying to find something to do with my hands, I put them in the front pockets of my shorts.  “I’m here to see Lucy, she’s my daughter.”  I grit my teeth to keep me from saying something that will turn into a fight.  “My daughter lost her mother, she needs her father.  If you don’t mind, I’d like to see her.”  Or I’m going to bust you in the lip, asshat!
    “I do mind , as a matter of fact.  You can’t just barge in here any time you want,” He raises his cigar to his mouth, trying to intimidate me or something. 
    Smoke until you’re six feet under , dumbass.  Like I’m scared of you with your half-lung.  “Alan, I didn’t come to fight, I want to see Lucy.”
    “Whoever’s at the door let them in; you’re wasting the air conditioning.”  Darla says as she pulls back the door and sees Alan and I having our friendly talk.  “Oh, I see.”
    “Caide is here to see Lucy,” Alan says.
    “Is that so?  Today isn’t good for us.  Call next week,” Darla blurts out.
    “Next week?  What are you?  High?  I’m seeing my daughter now.”
    “You can’t…truth be known, she’s asleep.”
    I hear a child’s voice and a girl’s voice I’ve never heard before.  “Miss Darla, can I take Lucy to the neighborhood park?  She’s all fresh from her nap.”   A girl who’s holding Lucy on her hip comes to the door. 
    “Lucy, hey baby…did you have a good nap?”  Lucy looks up at the sound of my voice and her face breaks out into a huge grin.  Lucy leans forward as far as she can without losing her balance. I hold my arms out to her and she wiggles away from the girl.
    “We haven’t met. I’m Caide…Lucy’s dad.”  The girl’s eyes go wide as if she’s scared of me.  “Are you a relative of Heather’s?”
    “No, I’m the nanny.  I’ve been caring for Lucy since the beginning of July.”
    “Damn Caide, who says you can bombard in on us like this?  We’re mourning our daughter,” Darla complains.
    My gut is